The Darkest Dream

Fierce fight 1

"Euughhh." Leon's sigh almost made Pedro slam the wheel into the ravine. Luo held on to the hand grip with her trembling body holding back the fear. His second chest was like he was in a nonstop marathon race. Thumping so fast that even breathing they have difficulty.

"Young master.you're awake.." but there's no telling, Luo turned around to check on her young master. His outstretched hand touched Leon's right wrist. With all hope, may the young master's pulse still throb. His relieved face made Pedro sigh long.

"Young wrist band, I can't stop. It's only half an hour or so. CK! if only the devil had a clock, we could adjust the time with him to be the same. You devil, the clock doesn't have it. Then what does he have other than a spooky face to scare the humans." Pedro's grouse is long. His bouncing speech was a form of self-consolation, of fear as well as anxiety for the safety of their young miss. Luo who had now moved into the back seat could only stare at the back of her comrade while shaking her head.

He's sure Pedro is as depressed as he is. From the way the man spoke that slightly turned direction, Luo knew how persistent Pedro had been to improve himself. By willingly serving himself to the demon family, in order to know all the movements and plans of what is done by the devil's mistress. The only person who is either lucky or not, is exposed to a curse that is able to protect the limits of his mind and heart, so as not to be penetrated by the heirs as well as devil worshipers. That man is Pedro.

The curse came from their young miss, when the assailants on the island of Catalina 17 years ago. Little Lizzie deliberately did it, so that her self has eyes and ears to watch over her grandmother and her father. (Chapter 31 'Pedro' Attempts to Deceive Destiny)

Jeff's car started to enter the rocky road and a little slippery. Occasionally the man glanced at the circular object in his hand. The heart gets more anxious when it sees only a few minutes away, the full blue moon will appear.

When Namu was about to turn, a light from the front made him stop his car quickly. The driver is also from the opposite direction. The sound of squeaking car tires that are slightly dragged, making the dark atmosphere of the wilderness a little crisp.

Clamps

The two drivers of the two cars both came out with fierce faces. But a few seconds later, Pedro first hit a strapping body that was very in his longing.

"Sir.I'm so happy to see you again." said his joy to tears. Jeff pushed slowly Pedro's shoulder not because he didn't like it, but they were racing with time.

"We still have plenty of time to overflow with each other's longing, Pedro. But young lady doesn't." said Jeff full of warning, Pedro quickly wiped his tears. Meeting her boss makes her a little mellow.

"Sorry sir, the young master was in the car severely injured. The young miss advised, so that you do not need to catch up with her. The young master must immediately obtain a pure blood donor." Said Pedro quickly before being interrupted by his boss. Jeff seemed to think for a moment then nodded in understanding. They returned to their cars and continued their journey out of the wilderness.

While in the center of the city, dark clouds had covered the moonlight. Unusual darkness envelops the city. Ale looked at the sky that was starting to darken perfectly. The news of Lizzie's escape has reached her ears, yet she has done nothing. The girl's defense won't be able to hold out far. His weak body will only last a few hours, as he thought.

"God, are the gods angry with us." said a woman to her husband. They were having dinner at a restaurant, and watched the city change begin to dim. The light of the lamp that was bright, now getting dimmer and barely able to shine.

"That's it." replied the husband. The two hugged each other, at least if the apocalypse arrived, they died in a state of mutual possession.

Everyone started panicking, the whole town was starting to go awry. The shadow of the apocalypse that will arrive makes the state of the city become a ravage. Plunder and anarchist action everywhere. The citizens became uncontrollable, hurting each other and even killing each other for the sake of fighting over food stocks and other needs to survive. Car tires were burned on the streets in several corners of the city. The hysterical screams of women and children were like good-night songs that kept on pouring in the ears. What a shame, the power of the universe makes the logic and conscience of humans disappear instantly.

Several times attacked from various directions, still making his defense. His magic began to fade, while there were still 4 other witches surviving with maximum strength. The shadow of the mother's shady smile, which seemed to call her home made Lizzie's fragile soul scream bitterly.

"Are you giving up my granddaughter." - jeered Samara smirked in satisfaction. Lizzie suffered internal injuries from a series of magical attacks. He was sure his granddaughter was definitely going to give up on losing at his hands. With Lizzie's blood, perfect is all their immortality. Because in Lizzie's blood, the pure blood of the ancestors has flowed. Leon is just his complement.

Lizzie laughed crisply, as if her grandmother was joking with her.

"I still don't feel like anything granny.Your magic attacks are like they're less full power." Sahut Lizzie mocked the grandmother. He would ignite a spark of his grandmother's anger, that way he could look for the gap of the old woman's weakness.

"You..!!" point Samara with his fingers that are no longer human fingers in general.

"Look at your nails grandma.what grandpa did not give you enough money to do menicure treatment.." laughed softly, his chest throbbing pain, hot as a burning fire. The influence of magic was apparently already starting to affect his weak body.

Samara who could not bear to hear the blatant insults Lizzie again attacked. The other three witches contributed to Lizzie's downfall. But unfortunately, two of them have to catch up with other witches to the world out of nowhere. Samara grew even more furious, brutally assaulting Lizzie with the power she had. Assisted by the one remaining witch, the two of them attacked from various sides. His goal was to make Lizzie even more overwhelmed.

The bias of the flash of light was also moaning, heard colliding with the sound of the wind blowing increasingly louder. The one witch left to help her grandmother was already helplessly sprawled on the large rocks. Plunged from a height due to Lizzie's attack in the air, the devil might experience a fracture or just faint. Moreover, only a low-class devotee like the witch.

Lizzie is still in the air, and so is Samara. Now it is clear the seeds of arrogance Lizzie comes from where. The two different women of that generation, both have a hard character and do not like to be oppressed let alone give up.

"Did Grandma change her mind now?." said Lizzie smiling slanted, the corner of the lips spitting out fresh blood spots. The deep wounds he was experiencing were becoming increasingly uncomfortable.

"Curtain! in your dreams..!" sahut Samara is haughty, at all typical of a distinctive style that is difficult to eliminate.

"Well, let's see how this little battle ends, my dear grandmother..." Lizzie again swung her hand out a flash of blue light towards the grandmother. Samara dispels him by replying giving the same attack. Both of them bounced together until they finally fell onto the grass.

Not satisfied with using magical powers, agility fights ensue. Lizzie who is already weak, several times hit by a crushing blow on his body without being able to escape.

"It turns out your arrogance does not reflect a great personality, which is a level better than your attitude. You're weak..! you're a broken descendant that must be destroyed!!" Samara swung the last magic she thought would paralyze the granddaughter. But his magic actually turned around when the blue moon's full moon began to look at itself little by little, emitting its light above the night sky.